Beginning of last century poets started being interested in the absence of words…they were interested in the space between the words…in the invisible…the unwritten.What does the absence of a beloved one do to us then?It might drive us mad…the first …
Ironically, the most real chat conversation ever
Still waking up…I could barely breath because the sun is shining into my room…heats it up.The good weather lets my mood rise together with the dream of five minutes ago.Dreaming of so real chat conversations is always outstanding, in particular …
The clearest blood
Where is the hole?Ah, this black thing right in front, opening up just for you.I’ve been dreaming of your name again last night, woke up with these pictures again and I begin to understand the rules…your self-set rules. As you …
After all, I am a dark copy of a human.
There will never be a happy end!…is what I told my brother on Monday.I were frustrated all week anyway, which isn’t a reason for anything.I feel like I did a lot of nothing…the poetry library was noisy cause it was …
The worst knee pains ever
As the rain was just too heavy and lasting all yesterday, I couldnt travel but the more beautiful it was today…sunny and over 10 degrees (cold and minus ten degrees in Germany yay).The castle and cathedral of Rochester were quite …
Now you know why I cannot sleep…tonight
The last two hours I’ve been trying to fall asleep. I failed maybe because I can’t sleep with cold feet (or with socks on).I then remembered the moment when you told me some years back you just broke up with …
Exile is only mine
I entertain myself in my self made exile…playing the innocent (wo)man…maybe I do know now where I belong to.After a talk with my brother this afternoon and him saying ”yes you see how much can happen in such a short …
‘Dreams are my reality’ (Richard Sanderson)
The dreams do not let me sleep in peace… four dreams in one night is just so heavy and if I wouldn’t force myself out of bed (almost fully blinded by the pictures) I would sleep all day. At least, …
I know I know there is still some time left for my funeral…and it also takes a little more fame to be buried on West Brompton cemetery in London…but already found the song I want to be played the moment …
Words in the morning
If it was perfect would you struggle for the same ever again?A bit after one in the morning.I thought I might write the Valentine’s cards now…actually I bought them more for myself than sending them to anyone…Some people I talk …